Jotun



I Often Dream Of Huge Numb Buildings

Jet-black Sinister Architecture

Being Installed When Nobody Sees

Their Appearance So Sudden

That Few Would Take Notice



And When I Wake Up

I Imagine Being Crushed By One

Imagining Its Weight Its Silence

And The Absence Of Excuses For A Havoced Life

And The Privilege Of A 22-kilometre Tombstone



Jotun



A Body Of Black

That Carried No Reflection

Defying Its Own Room

Un-earthly Eggs Of Decreation



There Would Be Colonies

Mushroom-scattered Forever Out Of Context

Rising Spores From A Dying World

To Pollute To Chase Away What´s Left



Sun-white Pulverised Desert Stone

And Serpentine Lizard Mouths

Pales Away The Pyramids

Rewriting 4500 Years Of History

Raping The Statue Of Liberty

Outplays The Acropolis

Inverting The Fjords

Invades The N Y Skyline To

Dream Its Own Existence In One Single Final Word



Jotun



Can We Identify Them

As The Flint Buried In Our Reptile Skulls

Or The Time-bomb Coded In Our Dna